Entered was pretty handsome. Tall, broad-shouldered, sinewy, of his clothes were only pants, so that Jill was able to see his figure in the continuous sheen of electricity. Probably he could be called handsome - only one look in his eyes made the girl forget such thoughts and get cold from horror. People could not have such eyes - completely filled with mirror blackness, in which, if you could try, you could see your own reflection.

Without thinking for a long time, a demon - and who else could be such eyes? - headed straight for the trembling girl. His movement made Jill throw off his stupor and try to act. Pushing the table under the demon's feet, she threw herself to the side, trying to run past him, back to the stairs. The fact that there is a dead end below, she did not even remember.

To the girl’s surprise, he did not even try to stop her, although he only needed to take a couple of steps and reach out to catch his prey. A second later, Jill understood why — as soon as she approached the exit from the room, thick shadows that had flowed so harmlessly through the doorway came to life and rushed forward, grabbing the girl, turning her back to the wall next to the opening. Jill squinted her eyes and saw that her outstretched arms seemed to be chained to the stone by the peculiar shackles of pure darkness. The shackles held her hands rather high, so that she stood on tiptoes, touching the floor with the very edge of her toes.

Looking again in front of her, Jill flaunted in chains, trying to break away from the wall. The demon slowly approached the defenseless girl and his figure looked especially sinister against the background of uninterrupted lightning flashes. Except for the noise of rain and thunder, everything was happening in complete silence - Jill had his throat cut from fear, and the demon did not seem to be bothered with villainous monologues.

Slowly approaching the girl, the man leaned with one hand on the wall, just above and to the side of Jill's head, and leaned almost close to her. The girl seemed hypnotized to look at her reflection in his strange eyes. She felt her skin touch the air exhaled by the demon. Judging by the intermittent rhythm of his breathing, he was rather excited, although his mocking expression hid it.

The man leaned lower and, slightly hesitating, slightly touched his lips to her lips. It was not a kiss — just a touch, but a touch filled with an ominous promise and anticipation. Jill squeezed her lips tightly and turned her head slightly, trying to hold back her tears. The demon did not insist on the continuation of the kiss - only a smirk became even wider, and he again pulled away from the girl.

A steel strip suddenly flashed in his free hand. Jill had all the entrails in a ball when she looked at the blade from where the knife came from. “What is he going to do?” Flashed through the girl’s head.

Carefully, without touching the girl's body, the demon faked one of the strips of fabric, thanks to which, the shirt was still holding onto Jill. The crackle of the cut tissue - and the T-shirt hung even more freely than after the attack of the mice. The omnipresent breeze penetrated into numerous holes and before that, and now cool air flowed through the tense stomach of the girl, trying to sneak higher, to where the fabric still covered her.

Slowly, as if enjoying unpacking a long-awaited gift, the demon sent the knife to the next strip of fabric ... then came the turn of the straps ...

The incision, incision, incision ... The fabric runs limply from the girl's body, falling at her feet, turning into useless rags.Jill instinctively twitched, trying to hide behind the gaze of a man, but, of course, was stopped by chains.

Tears poured from my eyes. From feelings of self-pity, anger at one's helplessness, but to a large extent because of the hatred of her tormentor. A good picture should appear in front of him - an absolutely defenseless, chained, bare-chested, beautiful girl stands with her arms spread to the side, her head bent, hiding sobs with all her might. Black hair falls on the chest, their length is just enough to slightly cover the nipples hardened from the coolness of the night.

The demon, it seems, saw exactly what he liked - in any case, he even wiped the stupid mocking smile from his face and stopped leaning on the wall, touching Jill with his free hand, stroking the delicate skin slightly, gradually moving upwards. Jill thought that his hand would now close on her chest, but she was mistaken. The man's fingers only slid across the elastic hemisphere, ran through the nipple halo, snaked up the intense bead, and then completely detached from the body easily, almost gently, touched the hair curtain and took the black strands behind the girl's ear.

Eliminating the hindrance on the way to Jill’s chest, the man, nevertheless, did not return his hand to the starting position. On the contrary, having slipped a little further, having burrowed into a shock of hair, he firmly grasped them and slightly, but persistently turned the girl’s head to the side and slightly to the side, opening his gaze. Jill did not try to resist - she still had nowhere to go, and she didn’t smile at all, trying to break free of hair.

Meanwhile, the demon leaned forward, leaning over the tender girl's neck, which had opened after his manipulations. Jill felt his breath touch her ear and sway slightly - the air escaping from the demon was rather cool.

The man, not paying attention to her shudders, began to slowly kiss the velvety skin, making this clearly not for the pleasure of Jill herself, but simply enjoying the process. Having clung to her with his lips several times in a row, the demon bit her skin and even pulled her over. With surprise, Jill even screamed. The action of the demon turned out to be strangely pleasant - at the very peak between pleasure and pain. Almost perfect in terms of girls. But how did he know with what strength you need ...?

The thought was broken, not even having had time to form completely. The man seemed to be just waiting for her cry. Pulling back from her again, the demon let go of her hair, looking at him with a mocking look. Jill looked away. She still felt hatred and fear, but now there was a bit of a new feeling in her soul. Interest. Not desire yet, but slight agitation. What will happen next? In the end, until now, the demon was quite affectionate and careful, if of course forget about the fact that she is constrained and everything happens against her will ...

Cold metal touched her nipple. Jill flinched and looked down - and the knife's edge rested on her chest, pressing the crimson bead into the seductive circle. The injection is quite painful, but now there is an admixture of pleasure ...

Slightly tearing the blade from the girl's body, the demon moved it slightly to the side. Then, led down. The edge of the blade slightly irritated the skin, drawing a smooth white line on Jill's skin. It did not cause any particular problems, but it was not enough pleasant.

In the meantime, the blade hit the belt buckle. After a moment's hesitation, the blade, driven by the demon, turned around, leaning flat against the girl's flat stomach, and slid further, pointing down, climbing under the girl's jeans and panties, while the guard did not rest on the belt. Cold steel touched smooth pubic, not accustomed to the touch of this kind. The contrast between the temperature of the body and the blade burned the mind of Jill and she screamed again. At the very least, she tried to convince herself that it was a cry of surprise, not a moan of pleasure.

The knife went sideways, resting the edge of the blade in the border of clothing. “He can't cut his belt and jeans?” Jill flashed through his head.

Suddenly, the demon once again clung to the girl. With one hand, he still held the knife handle, and the other grabbed Jill by the hair again, forcing her to throw her head up, and put it on her ... Read more →